Namek The ship lands, the landing gear kicking in as it touches down. A few seconds later, the airlock opens, the elevator descending. A...man? Steps off.
He has a metal pauldron on his left arm with a gear insignia on it, the arm below it armored. He is dressed in a robe, sewn with golden edges, wearing a poncho that falls down as a cape behind him. There is an odd-looking sword on his back. A shimmering purple field is surrounding him.
There are also two others with him. They are dressed in large suits of plate armor, presumably powered, holding lever-actions rifles with very wide barrels, the same sword at their hips. They march forward, the leader holding his hands behind his back, his face grim. The others are outside of the field, but seem to be fine. The leader holds up a handheld radio of some sort.
Greetings. I am Ambassador of the Cog Republik. These are my Guards. He enters with the guards, and the field disappears.